Quiet In the Hood - G Clair

misery has an upside but the company's not good

wh

en hurt won't come out in the wash, it's gonna come out in the hood

yellow tape is like a torch which leads all eyes to stare

what exactly happened here...who what when and where

we'd like to think it's not the norm while cops patrole the streets

we hope and pray somehow, some way, the crime rate will decrease

So where's your little brother, well today's his day in court

Kelvin likes to ride his bike, but peddles drugs for sport

He never knew his father and hates his mother's men

the gang he's in are more like kin, blood homies to the end

Seems Kelvin was elected to shoot a brotha dead

whose crime it seems was wearing jeans not blue, but crimson red.

The boy, he couldn't do it, said, "I ain't nobody's fool"

"I'll sell the drugs", he told these thugs, "but rather shoot some pool".

Granny's on the front porch settin' out to sweep

on a pathway to disaster, the bullet whizzes past her

and cuts through wood and plaster... to find the child in his sleep.

Kelvin's little cousin, he couldn't tell the time

he barely knew his numbers but could rap a nursery rhyme

They buried little Winston and Gran's not doin' good

his swingset is abandoned and it's quiet in the hood.

No one really plans to live a lowly life of crime

to drop out of society and soon be facin' time

those who lack a vision, who have yet to find their gift

need a hero and direction, not a handout, but a lift.

So go ahead and spraypaint walls, decorate abandoned halls

breakdance, shoot your basketballs, skateboard parks and crowded malls

Encourage all their hopes and dreams, lead them out of evil schemes

'cause life is not what it all seems when there's quiet in the hood.